Infinite Bloodcore-Chapter 330 - : Section 117: Escaping with the Goddess

Chapter 330: Section 117: Escaping with the Goddess

Cold Sky Splitter Zhao Ya had settled Man Zhuang of the Barbarian Holy Domain, but he did not immediately launch an attack.

His gaze first swept over the half-destroyed avatar of a deity, paused on the body of High Priest Mei Lan who struggled despite being frozen in a block of ice.

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Finally, he set his eyes on the Fishman youth.

Zhao Ya felt conflicted.

“If it hadn’t been for this little Fishman, Man Zhuang’s final strike would have succeeded!”

“Yet it was this unremarkable chap who truly intercepted the Truth Divine Pupil…”

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Ever since Zhao Ya had noticed the Fishman youth, he had never taken him seriously.

He was a legendary figure, while the other was merely a mere Silver.

Yet, it was this insignificant creature that blocked Man Zhuang’s final strike, turning the Barbarian’s victory into nothing but a bubble.

“Young Fishman, that is something you shouldn’t have taken. Hand it back, and I, Cold Sky Splitter, assure your life on my honor,” Zhao Ya suddenly spoke to the Fishman youth, commanding in a low tone.

The Fishman youth sighed in his heart. He never intended to oppose a legendary Barbarian, but given the circumstances, he was already caught in a vortex, unable to freely choose.

He was about to refuse.

“Don’t give it to him!” a voice suddenly interrupted.

Everyone turned towards the noise and saw Feng Yao.

This bard from the Human Race was deeply worried about Goddess Mei Lan and had preemptively answered for the Fishman youth.

Cold Sky Splitter’s gaze turned icy as he glanced at Feng Yao and warned, “Third in command of the Firebeard Pirates, watch your attitude!”

Feng Yao was about to speak when suddenly, Mei Lan’s Divine Domain began to contract, and the aura of the goddess Mei Lan noticeably started to weaken, while the shell throne rapidly dimmed.

Deep within the soft collapse of the shell, the deity Mei Lan slowly rose about twenty centimeters, completely hovering in mid-air.

Everyone’s eyes went wide!

Their previous line of sight had been blocked by the shell and they couldn’t see the true form of Goddess Mei Lan.

Now that they saw her, they were utterly shaken by the stunning beauty of the Goddess.

“My God, she’s so beautiful.”

“Are all deities this beautiful? No matter the language of any race, words seem too meager to describe Her beauty.”

“Gulp…”

Someone swallowed, while Feng Yao’s eyes were almost filled with pink hearts.

A thin layer of rainbow halo enveloped the deity’s body.

The rainbow brilliance shone on High Priest Mei Lan, immediately melting the thick frost over her body.

The High Priest regained her freedom, with a face pale from devotion. She first deeply bowed to Mei Lan, then turned to face the Fishman youth, “Divine Son, the time has come. Remember what I told you earlier, I entrust everything to you from now on!”

With that, the High Priest threw herself onto the shell throne.

“Ahh—!” She let out a scream of utmost agony.

The throne was not meant for mortals to touch.

Even though the High Priest’s life had reached the Holy Domain Level, it was still far from enough.

The surface of Mei Lan’s body began to show a network of blood.

Yet, despite her body’s catastrophic disintegration, she still forcefully climbed onto the shell throne, crawling inside, and took the place of Mei Lan’s original form.

“Quick, take our Lord… hurry,” the High Priest’s eyes were already frozen dead, tears of blood streaming from her eye sockets.

The Fishman youth looked at the High Priest, then glanced at the Barbarian powerhouse opposite, clenched his teeth hard, stretched out his arms, and embraced Mei Lan.

He then abruptly withdrew, taking Mei Lan completely away from above the shell throne.

Holding Goddess Mei Lan like a princess in his arms, the Fishman youth couldn’t help but be emotionally stirred.

This charm was intensely strong, making the Fishman youth’s heart thump wildly and his lips dry. Meanwhile, his chest, arms, and hands felt wave after wave of intense, dream-like wonderful touch from contacting Mei Lan’s body, soft and delicate, her skin so white as if it could ooze water…

All this made the youth momentarily distracted.

Seeing his lapse, Zhao Ya let out a low shout, and swiftly stepped forward, his whole being lightning-fast, shooting towards them.

“Think again!” the High Priest, relying on the shell throne, erupted a wave of Divine Power that instantly nullified Zhao Ya’s charge.

Then, the next moment, countless beams of light soared upward.

The High Priest transported all the Fishman initiates, followers of Mei Lan, and clergy she had previously saved.

“Cover the Divine Son and retreat!” The High Priest invoked Divine Arts, immediately conveying precise battle situation information to everyone.

People, due to their faith, race, and other reasons, resoundingly agreed and fled in all directions.

In the eyes of the Fishman youth, these people remained unchanged. However, to outsiders like Zhao Ya, these people all transformed into the Fishman youth, holding Mei Lan the Goddess, and escaping all around, fully retreating.

“Humph, small trick!” Zhao Ya sneered and was about to deploy a wide-range Combat Skill to reveal the illusions.

The High Priest once again manipulated the Shell Divine Seat, bursting forth Divine Power, aiding the divine incarnation.

The divine incarnation regrouped and charged toward Zhao Ya.

Zhao Ya could only deal with the divine incarnation, and after a few moves, he repelled it.

“Little fishman, you have made a wrong choice,” Zhao Ya growled, and the next moment, he unleashed a tremendous move.

Combat Skill—Frost Ice Forest!

An unprecedented chill erupted from Zhao Ya’s body, quickly engulfing the surroundings.

Beneath the teleported Fishmen’s feet, suddenly, patches of light appeared.

From within these patches, huge frost trees violently grew.

The trees impaled each Fishman one by one, staining the battlefield with their blood, turning into corpses strung up on the branches, and the Fishmen in death reverted to their true forms.

In an instant, trees after trees of frost giant forest grew, forming a forest of carnage.

“You can’t escape…” Accompanied by Zhao Ya’s cold laughter, the terrifying ice forest rapidly expanded.

The Fishman youth’s face was as still as water; he was indeed intercepted.

But at that moment, the sound of a harp rang out, Feng Yao fully exerted his Spell, helping the Fishman youth withstand the spread of the ice forest. Amid the resonating sound waves, many ice trees violently shattered.

Many Fishmen benefitted and continued to flee, including the Fishman youth.

“Feng Yao, how dare you!” Zhao Ya glared.

Feng Yao shouted loudly, “For my love, I am willing to sacrifice everything!”

“Heartbreaker!” Hua Ya’s expression changed upon hearing this.

Zhao Ya thought quickly, and immediately ice trees erupted from beneath Feng Yao’s feet.

Feng Yao leapt back repeatedly, and a dozen ice trees grew like assaulting long spears, missing him by mere inches.

Suddenly, Feng Yao’s expression changed drastically.

Forced to leap back repeatedly, he suddenly realized he had ended up among a cluster of ice trees.

It was Zhao Ya’s trap!

The next moment, the ice trees grew transparent icy branches, freezing together, forming a massive Ice Prison.

“Just stay in there nicely for me!” In the end, Zhao Ya held back and didn’t kill Feng Yao.

Feng Yao had lost his Holy Domain Level strength, making Zhao Ya confident in handling him.

But to really kill Feng Yao, Zhao Ya would have to face Firebeard’s retaliation and the protection of the Love God.

He didn’t want to provoke these troubles.

He wasn’t someone who feared trouble—as Barbarians didn’t fear trouble—he just wanted to first take care of the most important matters—

Kill the Fishman youth, retrieve the Truth Divine Pupil, and either capture or eliminate Mei Lan the Goddess!

“Damn it!” Feng Yao roared, continuously deploying Spells, bombarding the ice outside the Ice Prison.

The Ice Prison was exceedingly sturdy.

Feng Yao could only watch helplessly as the Fishman youth once again fell into peril.

“My goddess!” Feng Yao cried out, filled with worry.

The Fishman youth incredibly dodged the assault of a frost giant tree, this narrow escape from death making him realize two things.

First, Feng Yao seemed to be able to see through that he was the real body!

Second, he had barely dodged this one tree; if nothing unexpected happened, he would end up like the other Fishmen, killed on the spot by a frost giant tree.

Zhao Ya couldn’t distinguish which one was the real body, but fortunately, there weren’t many Fishmen left who were escaping.

Zhao Ya clapped his hands fiercely in front of his chest and again unleashed a further variation of the Combat Skill.

The branches and leaves of the frost giant tree exploded violently, forming billions of deadly attacks.

“No!” Feng Yao screamed, his heart tightening fiercely as he saw the Fishman youth and Mei Lan the Goddess overwhelmed by countless sharp, cold branches and leaves.